“Are you certain, Twilight?” said Spike. “Surely the Princess will not wish to be bothered. The Summer Sun Celebration is imminent!”
“Spike! Send the missive at once! This stellar conjunction is of the utmost importance. The return of Nightmare Moon is a catastrophe without parallel!”
“Very well.” Spike inhaled, breathed forth the phlogistic transmission substrate; the letter was sent.
Twilight smiled. “The Princess is my personal mentor! She surely will not doubt me.”
A moment later, Spike eructed a swirl of green fire; the reply appeared.
“She will wish to call for immediate action!” declared Twilight. “Read the missive!”
Spike opened the scroll and declaimed its contents. “My faithful student! You are trustworthy and diligent...”
Twilight closed her eyes, nodded smugly.
“... However, you place too much reliance on ancient erudition! Life is to be lived directly and experienced with the aid of merry, like-minded comrades, not absorbed at third hand via the scribblings of dust-addled, reclusive pedants and anchorites!”
Twilight stood stunned. “I cannot comprehend her intent!” she exclaimed.
“You must set aside your studies, exit your tower, live life to the fullest! To this end, you are requested and required to oversee the preparations for the Summer Sun Celebration in Ponyville, where you are expected to expand your painfully constricted social circle. In brief: You are ordered to make some friends!”